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_ CHAPTER XXIV. CONCLUSION TIP BRANDERS recovered. So did the leader of the gang with which Tip had foolishly cast his evil lot down in Pueblo, when he had first come west after robbing his mother. The man wounded in the neck had been at no time in a dangerous condition. Not much sympathy need be wasted on Tip. He had chosen his own place in life, and had filled it. Before Tip was out of the local hospital, and in his cell in jail, his mother, who had read of his fate in a newspaper in her home town, joined her son in the town of Clowdry. She stood by her son to the last, until the testimony of officers and soldiers from Fort Clowdry had sent him away to prison for ten years. At first, on his recovery, Tip Branders had been inclined to be boastful. He had shown his boldness by his thieving exploits and by daring to face the steady rifle fire of Private Hal Overton, United States Army. But when the sentence of the court came upon him Tip broke down. He wept and could hardly stand. He implored the judge to lessen his sentence. All the braggadocio in him ran out as rapidly as the sawdust from a punctured doll. The other members of the band received equally severe sentences, for all had been engaged in battle with troops who represent law and order. From that trial Hal and Noll journeyed to Denver. Major Davis, of the Seventeenth Cavalry, also traveled from his post, for the trial of the baffled men who had attempted to rob the United States mail was on in the United States District Court. These men, too, were sent away to the penitentiary for long terms. The writer of the anonymous note against Hal had so far escaped detection. "We've been getting a lot of travel lately," smiled Hal as the two chums trudged down the road from the railway station to Fort Clowdry on their return from Denver. "All we're going to have for a while, I hope," returned Noll Terry quietly. "I'd sooner put in my time learning soldiering." "Not tired of the army yet, Noll?" "I never shall be, nor you either, Hal, as long as we're young enough to serve." "What I dread," mused Hal, "is the time when if we live to that age, we shall be too old for the Army, and will have to go away and settle down in some town as retired men of the Army." "That will be time to die, won't it?" asked Noll, so solemnly that Private Overton laughed merrily. "That time is a long way off, Noll Terry. Let's see; we're eighteen now, and a fellow doesn't have to be retired, for age, until he's sixty-two." "Forty-four years," figured Noll. "Oh, well, a fellow ought to be able to have a deal of fun in that number of years." Both recruits were in merry mood as they turned in past the sentry at the main entrance to the post grounds. They kept on, full of life and spirits until they reached the edge of the parade ground. "Attention!" murmured Hal quietly. Unostentatiously but with a world of reverence in their act both young soldiers lifted their uniform caps close to the shadow of the grand old Flag. Without halting they passed on, returning their caps to their heads. Both young men of the service walked a trifle more erectly, if that were possible. Nor had they gone much further when they espied a man coming toward them. The broad white stripes down the seam of his trousers, and the double-barred shoulder straps proclaimed the infantry officer. It was Captain Cortland, commanding officer of B Company. Both young soldiers raised their right hands smartly in salute as they passed the officer, who returned their salute in kind. Then Cortland halted. "Glad to see you back, Overton." "Thank you, sir." "And you, too, Terry." "Thank you, sir." "And, by the way, Terry, I have remembered your request that you be transferred to B Company, and to Sergeant Hupner's squad room. Captain Freeman said he was sorry to lose you, Terry; but since you wanted to be with your friend, he has consented to your transfer to B Company. The matter has been arranged through the adjutant, and my first sergeant will notify you of your transfer when you return to your former squad room. I'm very glad, Terry, to have so good a soldier as yourself in B Company, even if I do have to rob Captain Freeman." "Thank you, sir," replied Noll, with another salute. Then the two young soldiers resumed their walk. Just as soon as they were out of earshot of Captain Cortland, Noll broke forth jubilantly: "In the same company at last, Hal, old fellow. Oh, won't it be great, now that we're truly bunkies at last!" Great indeed--greater than either Hal Overton or Noll Terry guessed. They stood at the beginning, though neither suspected it, of some exciting and never-to-be-forgotten incidents and phases of the soldier's life. What followed, however, will have to be reserved for the next volume in this series, which will be published under the title: "UNCLE SAM'S BOYS ON FIELD DUTY; Or, Winning Corporal's Chevrons." In this volume the two young soldiers will be found to be no longer recruits, but trained soldiers of the Regular Army, and in the midst of a series of rousing adventures incidental to the military life. [THE END] _ |
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